Pall of darkness on road to Damascus;
It's a sad indictment of light's reform.
The mood is tense and turning fractious;
What says the message in this rising storm?
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They do not hear its thunder. Are they deaf
to its rumbling; to its tremulous pound?
They are so broken of spirit, no clef
can orchestrate meaning, make sense of sound.
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How loud must the message be amplified
before these soldiers are stopped in their tracks?
What lightning, what thunder must coincide
in their hearts and minds? ... meanwhile Kingdom cracks.
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All roads lead to somewhere, they are the course
of discovery; fortune and remorse.
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© Tim Grace, 29 July 2012
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Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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